The End Is The Beginning Is The End

Water was running loudly and a loud knocking forced Hermione awake through layers of sleep.

She rolled over.  God her pillow felt sandy. 

Again, knock knock! 

‘Up in a minute mom…’ she grumbled.

But now the knocking was right next to her ear, and it was like someone was throwing dishes on the ground.

She jerked awake, ‘Really?!’

And blinked stupidly.

She wasn’t in her room. 

She was somewhere dark, damp, and…and it smelled strange. Like mold.

She wasn’t in a bed, but on a hard stone floor, and there was dirt all over her clothes. 

‘…L-Lucius…?’  She tried to ignore the knot growing in her belly.  She shook her head. No, that was what he wanted.

This was just another new sick game he had arranged, part of the series ‘How to terrorize Hermione’.

Silence.

She swallowed, and realized she was very thirsty.  Her mouth was dry, her throat sore, and she felt a pounding in her head.  Not pain…just uncomfortable.  Like a pressure headache.

‘My father won’t be coming.’

‘Oh my god!’  Hermione scurried backwards, pressing her body against the wall.

Malfoy.  It was Draco Malfoy.  God did his entire family know what to say and do to make her afraid?  Not just anyone could sneak up on her like that, especially when she felt extremely alert.

‘What do you want?’ She croaked, ‘Where’s Lucius?  What is he planning?’

Draco smiled at her, which made her skin crawl.  If anyone loathed her, it was Draco.  ‘Granger—no, Hermione, he didn’t tell you?’

She licked her dry, chapped lips.  How long had she been asleep? 

‘What is it this time?’  She bravely said, standing tall and sticking her chest out.  She wouldn’t let Draco intimidate her. 

Or at least…she could pretend.

He shook his head and laughed, ‘He transferred you to my care.  I believe it had something to do with you serving your purpose and no longer being useful.  Not since the resistance was crushed.  He was going to execute you, but I asked if I could play with you first.’

Hermione paled and felt like she would be sick.  Oddly, strangely, she did not expect that from him. 

Which was absolutely insane, because Lucius had clearly said from their first encounter that he would kill her one day. 

So why did she feel so…

‘Upset Hermione?’

She lurched back, ‘No,’ A blatant lie, ‘I’m not even surprised.’

Draco’s smile widened so much so that he reminded her of a mad jester, ‘You’re not very good at lying.  What a twisted little mudblood slut you are.  Hermione Granger likes it, right?  Tell me,’  And he took a step towards her, his pale blue eyes fixed solely on her, ‘how often did you shiver in anticipation just before he inflicted some kind of pain? ‘

‘SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!’ she covered her hands with her ears, ‘You’re disgusting, and stupid!’ she blindly reached for the only ammo she had, ‘God, you can’t imagine how often we all laughed at poor, pathetic Draco who failed academically, who failed at quidditch—‘

‘CRUCIATUS!’ He screamed, his voice cracking.

Hermione fell to her knees as white hot pain stabbed her over and over again.  She couldn’t get a word out could hardly breathe, she was going to die—

‘I’m a pureblood you mudblood, and even more, I’m on the winning side.  The powerful side.  The right side!’

She could only scream, barely able to understand his words. God, let me die.  Let me die. 

‘And where are your pathetic friends?  Dead, all dead!  The ones still alive are slaves, and you, you self-important slut, are nothing more than a thing.  A receptacle for cum and whatever else your fortunate enough to receive.  You are nothing!’

Had an eternity passed?  Because that was what it felt like to Granger.  Tears ran down her face.  Time seemed to make no sense.  She blinked rapidly, dizzy.

Finally she turned over on her side and threw up.

‘Look at you.  Fucking disgusting.’

She was choking on bile.

The acrid scent of urine made her gag again.  When she realized what he was doing she scurried away and he laughed.  Rolling around to avoid being pissed on.

‘I’ll be back Granger.’  He glanced at her, ‘Don’t worry though, I won’t be gone for long.’

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